Bonerider by Fran Palermo Lyrics

Bonerider, soul-defiler
Old insider, Headstone provider
Parkin' in our world like its your drive way
We’ve left you a ghost town and hit the highway
Barb the wire, stoke that fire

Whether black or white your hood still fits
You hang and burn, enslaving kids
Cutting trees, claiming lands

You click your boots, kick and kiss ass
Sell them some arms, and kneel at mass
All hot air passing gas

You hail a cab then heil a drab
A Little man with master plans
You're “sad” it all went bad

Followed the vogue and deal some coke
Held a kitten by the throat:
Yeah, we know You're the man
Bonerider, soul-defiler
Old insider, headstone provider

Cut the green gardens, let your snake
Sell ‘em apples build a stake
Find oil in sand

You gave advice and added vice
Selling women for a price
With plans and vans

Followed the vogue you dealt some coke
Held a kitten by the throat
And now You’re the man

You're a known liar, a bomb flyer
A clone and code buyer hand-to-hand

Bonerider
Soul-defiler
Old insider
Headstone provider
You roll into our town saying ‘my way'
We've left you a ghost town and hit the highway
Barb the wire, stoke that fire